Days pass, as the zombie threat grows, crests, then collapses thanks to aerial spraying of the antidote cooked up by the mysterious genius, Clockwork in her(?) secret labs. Former zombies wake up with no memories of their past and a faint taste in their mouths (hmmm... tastes like rattlesnake.)

There is the clatter of hooves on pavement as a large white horse approaches carrying two beings on his back, a calico shorthaired cat wearing a cat-sized hat from which miniature corks depend and kitschaster wearing a t-shirt reading "Souvenir of Four Ecks" on the back. The latter is carrying a towel that appears to have something in it, though what is not immediately notable. "Here we are," says the cat, cheerily.

I climb off of the happy kitty's back, holding the towel, and smiling. Why? I got to ride on the back of a cat, into another world, to escape zombies. My day is complete.

I take note of my new, cool shirt, and make sure not to wash it in a normal machine. I don't want to fade or shrink it! Never know when I'll be in Discworld again. Taking a seat where I got off, I unwrap the towel to find a small, stone statue of Cthulhu's head. Embedded in the eye sockets are bright green emeralds. I wonder, "Well gee, what the heck does this do?" Blissfully, I just cuddle it like a dolly.